Baby and I are growing like champs, as evidenced by the remarkable 3 pounds I gained this week (total of 25). My blood pressure is still 110/70
Midwives confirmed my suspicion that I've probably still got a ways to go. One of them predicted I'll be back in a week for my 40 + 2, but not for my 41 + 2. I can live with that.
I've long suspected that his due date based on my O day may have been the 4th of November, not the 1st. My guess for his birthday all along has been November 10th (full moon)! As long as I keep telling myself "the average length of a first singleton pregnancy is 41 weeks", I'll definitely make it.
I just reset my desktop countdown app to the 10th, to keep myself sane. I'm going to go make three pans of chicken enchiladas, two for my freezer. One of my IRL friends had a sweet little boy 2 weeks ago, so I'm going to go meet him with the 3rd pan this afternoon.
I can do this!